Who doesn't like an exiting flash mob?
Colorful mobs of leaves first fall to the ground, floating and flitting.
Soon they fit into their surroundings,
relaxing passively on the ground.
No longer attached to their life sustaining stems and limbs,
the fluid leaves their once smooth surfaces.
With the age of days, they crinkle and brown
into crunchy light figures subject to the whims of the wind.
Then, the music of wind begins to play.
The crescendo ascends brown leaves into a swirl of dancing dervishes.
More and more mobbers join in the deftly planned performance.
Spinning and floating inches from the pavement,
others join in as the group swirls past.
Jumping and dancing round and round, more and more
leaves abound.
And, just as quickly as it began, like a good flash mob,
the leaves disperse back into the crowd
just as steathily as they had entered
the silently spinning scene.
Mother Nature,
flash mobbing in Pittsylvania County!
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